Misty

Tried to sing Misty
a little while ago
Karaoke being something
grandpa added to his bag of tricks.

Remembering his high school stuff
playing in a regional big band
Newport Jazz Festival

Nothing major but cool backstage
Prudential Center Boston
Count Basie, Sarah Vaughan

Watching their joy meeting again
Dave Brubeck ready to play
and our band...

Hello.

It's time to think of
good times too
not simply dwell in hell
distant memories
remembered.

If the world's vibration
music is the sun
thank you Lord for
the blues...

and for Sarah Vaughan.
 

 

Gaia On The Hook

They use the weather now
Gaia on a hook

able to destroy nations
with their electronic foot. 

The only fabrication
is what is in the boat
spherical infanticide
the oceanic goat. 

All the world's vibration
waiting for the one
bully application
US corporation.


Turkey said "hands off of us"
they said "let's rock and roll"
seriously....

a blatant attack

we're going to take them down. 

Death is just a little thing
DNA is just
military rule is here

National Guard
has gone abroad.     

Spherical anomalies
our citizens no more
signaling the enemy
trying to kill us. 

Sorrow is a nation
conceived in liberty
f'ed over by some
bankers...

hiding endlessly. 
   
while Gaia is in motion hoping we will join
a hook in her deep oceans
and waiting for her child. 

 

Golfing With My Guru

They say an ego's better gone
mine is starting to crack
little pieces coming off destroyed
with some real tough whacks.

The guru said get rid of it
and I said "I will try"
not realizing redundancy
can stop you for awhile. 

I cannot get rid of  "it"
a bullet can't destroy
itself while it is flying
on its way 

the riddle of mirrors. 

So I should ask for lightning
and a nice cigar
vodka is my poison
I used to hit it hard. 

Once there was a businessman
with a set of clubs
had a moment to relax
at my exes' club. 

A big storm arrived when he
was putting the 12th green
so he huddled under a tree
where they found him

still smoking. 

I asked my guru should I play
golf and make amends
with my ex a lovely girl
maybe we could be friends?

He looked at me and smiled awhile
finally starting to laugh
rolled himself
right down from there
hilarious til the end. 

This is why I need a master
someone sees through me
a little ego center trying
to tee eternity.   

 

Domino Goes To School

I was born a domino
part of a lovely game
seven dots and wonderment
seriously wanting to play.   

School was setting up the pieces
desks great subterfuge
pretending learning was the reason
lines always the rule. 

Teacher points the finger
my head asleep but straight
how long will I be able
to balance all this weight? 

All of this contagious
students in a grog
domino waiting for a pal
to point towards the ground. 

Such a lovely group of kids
David, Dick and Dawn
remembering telepathy
they drilled it out of us. 
 
Laurie was a charming girl
laughing and so free
I fell for her quite  suddenly   
toppled to my knees.

A domino on the path
fell in love at  eight
never said a word to her
balancing so straight. 

dreamed about us in a car
to our lovely home
no idea what we did there
maybe we learned to farm. 

Fast forward to a young adult
falling in love for real
knowing not much about it
no job no life no deal. 

Domino is out of luck
trying to balance his head
landing on the one he loves
sleeping on cheap carpet. 

ADHD comes and goes
not a happy scene
falling down among adults
beginning to see. 

Strength comes from falling down
not sitting like a fool
one good bash a bloody head
is worth 16 years of school. 

 

 

Wrestling With the Heart

I did not try to write a song
and did not learn to dance. 
Forgot to ask a beauty out
drank too much instead.
Said I couldn't do these things
retreated into work
didn't think enough to solve
puzzles simple as dirt. 

Just a normal life really
nothing too extreme
grinding slowly down to stop
silently wishing.

Until one day remembering
bullies after school while
bending iron in the gym
weighing all the rules. 

Eyesight's not a problem 
when you're on the mat
a nerdy little book master
waiting for his chance.   

Here comes the JV quarterback
the boy was he a load
160 pounds of muscle meat
my hand around his heart

Classmates in the bleachers
guidance counselor smiles!
Enjoying some sweet animal bliss
avoiding desks awhile.   
 
And it was a riot
longest minutes around
had to keep on going
or be driven
into the ground. 

Downtown is here
my tough guys!
Lured into this scene
with a ref and fairness
fuming  profusely. 

Welcome boys
Let's see 
what happens
when we meet
this time.

Here's a copy
DH Lawrence
read some
anytime. 

So memories just hit me
one day the mirror talked
it said you are 240 pounds
what happened to your heart? 

Since then a lot has happened
walking thousands of miles
remembering the day...

The heart is an explosion
always every day
awaiting our permission
to come on out and play.   

But bullies are still waiting
with their jabs to start
while I write these songs to you
on mats with fonts and heart. 
 

  

 

Paper Boy

Be a boy with paper route
trying to get change
from the local residents
who seem sometimes insane. 

Here you are at six am
shoveling local news
inked preambles
big bad font
nothing you can use. 

Frank Sinatra married again
Mia Farrow's young
Ava Gardner gone away
I'm ten and don't care much. 

Frank's somewhere
asleep right now
I'm shivering in the cold
my customers are
anywhere except
here with the gold. 

Or silver coin at least you know
they haven't hidden those
replaced em with some
worthless bits. Where's my hat?
It really is too cold for this. 

The tires on this bike are fat
it's not a mountain bike
they don't have those
but hills still slope
and ice prepares the spot
where I will fall imagining
my bed and hot frosted pop tarts. 

Underestimating
work for change 
and huge jars full of it. 
 
Remembering efforts made
someday worth the trip 
and being just a little kid with

hope and silver tips. 

 

 

stone tossed in a lichened pond
with this ring I thee wed
soft storm brings rainwater slides
while hiking a deep forest ledge   

waterfalls with birds at ease
pond rain shyly speaks
sunflower sends some seeds to play
one star stays in a deep blue way   

cathedrals  grow upon the earth
created in green hues
crystal patterns on the ground
frame designs in dew

through these woods I am my own
unbothered by the streets
saying yes when cardinals sing
        at last finding some sleep           

waking then walking awhile
needing nothing more
loving her and kneeling now 

  once more upon the forest floor    

 

Puppies Born

Let's see me born
before the spring
it will be
hopping fun. 

I been a hope
a jeweled being
waiting for someone.

Father may I
be unscrewed
and join this
cub awhile? 

Furriest I been warm sleeping
here with my close friends
cozy showing how we be
wanting nourishment.

Demonstration  for him now
signing from somewhere
this is how it is with love
before we joined you here. 

Perhaps you don't remember
it's been awhile for sure
but with time and training
we know you can relearn. 

Sleeping puppies on the porch
morning comes along
birds soft songs and
screen door slapping

children here belong 
red cheek rubbing
tousled hair
jammies drag the floor
eyes reflecting sunriseness
and  wide open doors. 

In his heart lonely departs
Oh what is this
treaty? 

Maybe the hard
will disregard us
for a little while.
 
Remembering this day 
til I discover
where you've been.

All of us
in a great pile
with holy nourishment. 

 

Jesus and Tesla Help Us Heal 

 See an ism run away take a long hot bath

sing a song without a prism screwing up the facts   

I'd like to see a moment where everyone sat down

seven billion bodies legs splayed upon the ground   

connected with the energy Tesla tried to gather

a hospital comes up from hell irony in abundance.   

An hour a day to sit and pray or meditate awhile

play gin rummy sing be funny any happy thing

put in perspective the true notion earth important too

just let it go "I can't sit down"  I'll stain my new blue jeans

or "I'm too old I need a couch"  a special section too?  

No one's in charge? Where is the bell? Will there be pancakes too? 

And what about the suicides? How will they be removed?     

 

Perhaps Pol Pot is somewhere still disguised as Adam Schtick? 

making hard decisions must be a part of this   

mirror mirror in my car where do I go from here?  

crowds have started gathering and I'm simply out of beer.  

We need to focus find a way to bring everyone's attention

to one place and fill their faces with a calm reflection.    

Oh wait I know!  Let's ask God to sit with us and show us how it goes.   

It doesn't matter how He dresses any body's good. 

but we must have the big vibration stills the mind for real

the one you know you felt one time and nearly lost yourself

when it was "new" then "newer" then just kept going that way

"newer" multiplied a fountain or like rain!  Each drop a bomb

of peace and glory now...

Forget the couch.  

All the day the people came and plugged into the wave  

together healing in the grass while He walked around

light shining on everyone attracting birds and ships

from many different galaxies they can't believe we moved

the planet up this way as if we could move mountains

ignoring steps like pyramids or living in the ocean.    

Everywhere around the world and God was there for all

different bodies just for fun but all with light surpassing

all the suns of all the worlds in a large sun basket

but gentle so we can see

That's why He's different helping the blind to see

standing in the grass right here.  

Hi Jesus

thanks 

for helping me   

     

with people in the grass

a simple concept hard to see

for those too busy  

with the mowing

leaving us too fast.   

 

Homeless Dioxin Song

Let us sing

There should be a chorus rising  somewhere far from here
touching all the children as they sip fresh morning air
lifting up the butterflies resting in the shade 
bringing us together as we wander every day. 
 
Celestial music touching hearts resolving idle thoughts
taking us from reasoning unto a higher sphere
as walking down a city street sharing song we meet
homeless maestros waving batons leading everything. 

Listening for it
silent start 
following the sky
as Gaia hits the road again
and we turn our eyes
shipmates on this sailing ship
heading to new stars
billowing our shrouds we sing
away now everyone. 

 

Great Jeans Somewhere in Time

A soft sound in the distance
something down the street
next a screen door slapping
screaming at my feet.

I so did see it coming
on this Christmas day
grandkids right on schedule
having something to say.

I've unlearned so many things
forgotten many more
one of them how to resist
pleadings of the adored.

Look at them they're beautiful
our DNA and more
but where is all the smiling charm
that got us through the door? 

Perhaps I have forgotten
how it used to be
when I was a college lad
and these three prehistory. 

There were many times I cried
when you passed away
now a sweet cacophony
reminds me that you stayed.

As they roll around in here
melodies on tour
reminding me remember this
great jeans left on the floor.   
 

 

Standing In Line

I was not born
to stand in line
in a row
or under eyes.

Anything
that jumps
about
up and down
with the
tongue out 

should probably
stand over there

while I shop
(a short affair). 

Cashiers are
the holy ones
giving me
my stuff.
 
standing 
all day
somehow
it's really
pretty rough.   

In between
the candy
and the
scanners 
poly screen
other things
masks
and asking
" you need  anything?". 

Customers with
viruses they say
are made in China   
along with
every other thing
including 
thoughts
and weather. 

And so I run
this lifetime out
hoping
not to see

lines of
Chinese soldiers
marching
to us
from the sea.

Boxcars loading
passengers
nothing left to wear.
Tightly standing
side by side
not even a chair. 

"Sir? Hello? 
your bags are ready."

and I am out the door
standing in line
is not a thing
happily endured. 

 

Dying in Math Class

I being me will leave you sometime
like wings
lighter than song.

all it takes is a beauty
heard not seen.

A moment when the 
inner thing decides
to take over.   

A joy when the eraser
and your old math teacher
appear at the board. 

To start again. 

She, looking like a sexy thing
in a bag 50's stripe style
eating chalk dust turns to us

Algebra is here. 

Wings. 
time to sing. 
sleep.
die. 

Remember them well
60 years ago.

I used it today
When they arrived
three of them in the ambulance. 
ten minutes without air
five minute conversations
with the grand kids. 

Home from school
with report cards too. 

"Grandpa passed away"

Count down to zero
and go play.

Nothing equals 0 and
you, me and we. 
It's all very big. 
Wait. You will see.

Math is useful
flat line fears
gone forever
One is here.

 

Standing In the Road

Sunday morning in a robe
walking to the road
for the paper
news and weather
sales are getting
slow. 

Jesus needs
to come down here
and help us deal with this.

We be having
problems
finding pine cones
and some beer. 

Pine cones help
remove the things
swimming
in the blood. 

Beer takes care
of anything
conifers
can't fart. 

Standing in the road
flapping in the wind
I recognize the
wizened eyes
of grandma
in her den. 

Peering out the porch
at me.  Wonder how
much she sees
hope her 45
is holstered somewhere
far from us.  

Happiness is
having nothing
waiting in the rain

no umbrella
just some fella
texting you
to stand

on one leg
with your mouth open
looking up
to see 

chemtrails floating
breakfast coming
down between

those lips and gums
surely helping us

remember
where's the
freaking door 

although just standing
here is fine waiting
for some help

to buy fresh eggs
10 pine cones per
we have a mobile store

our neighborhood
has everything 
beware the pit bulls though
at night the sounds
will give you fright
it's better
stay indoors. 

Dana Fuchs Why Don't We Do It In the Road

 

Let's Hang

Let the good times roll as much as you can
get this freakish trash out of my hair
Covid came and got me this Christmas
my meanness fought back didn't play 
let the good times roll mothers let's see 
here's one not falling dead suddenly
a few days with fever it's the flu prettied up
with doctor enforcers to make it seem rough.
Covid I kill you you're dead on my floor
now we can let the good times roll.
Turning this thing into some fun
beating it with the butt of my gun
killing the bugger is enjoyment as well
sending it back to the clever devil 
having a party soon come on down here
Covid the beggar will be in arrears.
Failure is almost one hundred percent certain
just stay away from the hospital curtain. 
please let me kick it around for awhile
activity is good and it's making me smile
singing as well and I've got just the song
let the good times roll yeah let's hang and sing
about the new world that will execute things.
Oh, there is going to be such a line
"next" is the word we will hear many times 
roll, baby, roll let's have some more children
embrace  antibodies I'll show you mine
let the good times roll as we watch them go down
Covid creatures down to the ground. 
A sudden snap and we are so there 
just for the kids whose hearts they injured. 
when parents wake up their heads will explode

Where's Madam Defarge?  let the good times roll. 

 

 

Women in Waves of Grace Take This Place

all the world is waiting a sit upon the well
molten red beneath the crust the silent insistence
Oh the mothers on the road swaying as they sing
all of it a promise and the way power's coming   
when baby in the crib still cries for the last time
everyone is waiting distant rumbling now outside
sway to music from the ones who give us life always
now barren from chemicals silent in their veins
let us put on robes of black join them in the road
thousands walking to cities with chants upon their tongues 
we are done it's you this time come out and till our lands
soon children will be the past and everyone will pray
hide your syringes when we come wives in waves of grace
depriving worlds of armies we plan the way of days
when black descends on you and women take this place   
silently we have our words and do not need the sword
we walk and sway sing for the spring endure the moon no more
mourn messy things we miss  like no one left to change
you will remember with regret the way we were when babes
brought mercy to our hearts and joy to everything 
gone away while you still play until the roads are dark
in the daylight with the ones who plan to hang around
city parks and build a swing you may come harrow us
from the top of citadels down to the earth be bussed 
enjoy the special moment when lava is born from crust 
back and forth above the earth you hurt so very much
cooking's still a hobby you are just in time for lunch. 

 

 Snake

 There was a snake lived in the back

cool and full of watchfulness  

lived in our barn not in the house   

he wasn't hurting anyone

and he needed a place to go like all 

god's creatures winding through the world 

couldn't have been too much fun 

he would sometimes sneak up on the mice 

out there which was just kind of nice  

bad luck with his life didn't turn out . . . 

We liked him really me and Evelyn

until they disappeared one night  

discovered he injected her  

with snake venom and other things

escaped md was on the lamb 

found us here stayed for a year 

avoiding his sentence.   

I call him snake because he was a

cobra venom carrying one 

unemployed and on the run.  

  

Denial and Omaha

When I was a boy sixty years ago I once read a short story about a place where aging was very quick.  Maybe a week.  Everyone got very old in a week.  Can't remember the title or author.  Wish I could find it somewhere. 


Someone said
they do mischief again
trying to help us depart
(with their little tricks)

snake venom and sticks
polymers and politics
anything to make us sick 
unelected lunatics. 

Personally I'm grateful
i can say these things
running into labels
denial in the air. 

Stronger than graphene
that's in the little wand
denial is the sinking ship
and many will hold on. 

Denial when I think of you
my child now aging fast.
It's all an evil fantasy
this rumor's dying fast. 

Denial when we keep in place
the demented one
seriously now lost in space
beyond comprehension. 

Denial when we watch the news
and discover lies
justifying those that help
us keep our family ties. 

Alright!  We want it!
Here we go. 
Life will get real short
maybe not a week or two
but a few years at most. 

Joy is going away from here
I've done my 70 years
in a prison planet
with depressive cheers. 

Denial is a weapon
keeps the bad guys here
putting down that gun en masse
would end misery and fear. 

This is the way I've chosen
while writing in this place
allowing self discovery
with support and grace. 

Not living to be eighty
is not a problem here
it's really for the children now
despair is in the air. 
 
Fight or flight does not
have to be a choice
flight is good and worthy
after a good fight. 

Denial is around us
enhanced by chemicals
I cannot keep outside of me
this ever leaking wall.     

Omaha's a beach in France
a special place to be
wounded but still loaded
for bear and history. 

Let us run together
bravely from the sea
while a few breaths linger
let's end this you and me.

Catch this wave with me dear one
hold my hand we go
while bullets whine with ridicule
we will be brightly born.